He smiles at that, bright and unfettered, and nods. "Well, since I'm here, I have access to the best, right?" he remarks, barely noticing how close they are sitting now, how they've gravitated towards each other over the course of the afternoon's discussion. "I'm... really looking forward to working on this with you."
They'd never had an opportunity - unless you counted the back-and-forth of their editorial correspondence as such - to really collaborate on something, to actually bring both aspects of their expertise. For all that Josh considered the realm of classical studies old-fashioned, somewhat outdated, he'd been just as fascinated by it when he'd first embarked on his academic career; in the end, he'd strayed hardly at all, even with the addition of technology and computers and programming added into the mix. Still deeply invested in the ways and philosophies of thought that underlay modern day developments, the thread of history that connected them to the people of the past, not just the past on its own. All the tools they had to decipher and learn and piece together that puzzle, seeking common humanity.
"For my student, of course," he adds, off-handed, a little too late to be completely natural, however genuine the sentiment, and then leans back again, glancing out the window with a startled look.
"It's...late," he says, apologetic. "Thank you-" for your time springs to his tongue, the trite formality of professionalism, something he could say or sign politely in five or six languages. But it seems far too small for what this had turned into, an olive branch extended and accepted, an opportunity to see each other in a new context.
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They'd never had an opportunity - unless you counted the back-and-forth of their editorial correspondence as such - to really collaborate on something, to actually bring both aspects of their expertise. For all that Josh considered the realm of classical studies old-fashioned, somewhat outdated, he'd been just as fascinated by it when he'd first embarked on his academic career; in the end, he'd strayed hardly at all, even with the addition of technology and computers and programming added into the mix. Still deeply invested in the ways and philosophies of thought that underlay modern day developments, the thread of history that connected them to the people of the past, not just the past on its own. All the tools they had to decipher and learn and piece together that puzzle, seeking common humanity.
"For my student, of course," he adds, off-handed, a little too late to be completely natural, however genuine the sentiment, and then leans back again, glancing out the window with a startled look.
"It's...late," he says, apologetic. "Thank you-" for your time springs to his tongue, the trite formality of professionalism, something he could say or sign politely in five or six languages. But it seems far too small for what this had turned into, an olive branch extended and accepted, an opportunity to see each other in a new context.